Re-enchanted Thor, causing him to conjure up the breath of the Blood, and the group was back on their way.

The atmosphere was quite harmonious, with Thor chatting about various interesting things in Asgard from time to time, and Steve occasionally telling a few interesting stories that he encountered in his existence.

As the "overlord of the universe" who has been galloping in the universe for many years, Boros has naturally seen many anecdotes in the universe.

Alpha has also experienced several Bloodline invasions in other worlds, but from his own position, he can only vaguely express his dissatisfaction with the war and his desire to live in peace.

There is only the god of lights, and he is sealed in the dark magic lamp all the year round, so he can only obediently listen to their stories on the sidelines.

Nothing happened along the way, each of the Bloods was lifeless, with no intention of deliberately approaching them at all, and it was almost impossible for someone to stir up trouble.

It seems that they are too comfortable, or maybe they are used to it.

No one paid attention to them, had no interest in them as the new "Bloods", and had no suspicion that they were enemies, even if they looked really disobedient.

Although his breath changed, his appearance did not change in the slightest.

Even in this dark environment, as long as you get close and look closely, you can see the "different" appearance of these guys.

But no matter how close these Bloods were, they ignored them as if they hadn't seen them.

Since the blood clan here is so muddy, then you can imagine how desperate the captive humans here are.

It didn't take long for their group to arrive at the outside of the breeding farm.

The guard of the feedlot looked boredly at the yellowed newspaper in his hand, and next to it was a bottle of red wine that had been opened for an unknown amount of time, but it was not real red wine.

The guard looked up, and with the help of his super night vision, he saw the "weird" guys led by Alpha.

The guards in the guard room put down the newspaper, poked their heads out and shouted at Alpha, "Hey! Where did you find this weird bunch? It can't be the natives of this world, right? ”

Alpha rolled his eyes: "Have you seen them before?" If they haven't seen it, then they must be the natives of this world! ”

"In addition, even if the parents have ...... It's more distinctive, but don't say that people are weird! It's a bit polite! ”

The corner of the guard's mouth curled, and he said, "Yes!" It's so distinctive, I've never seen a bloodline that let the unruly Alpha take the initiative to lead to the farm! ”

"It seems that this group of characteristic-looking guys are not ordinary!"

His eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and it was clear that the guards had discovered something.

The members of the group behind Alpha listened to it, and they were also secretly ready, if their identities were really revealed, they wouldn't mind a fight here - they weren't afraid anyway!

But then, things turned out to their surprise -

The guard noticed their movements, and then whispered and pretended to be casual: "Remember to be careful, don't expose it, there are occasionally high-level blood clans in the breeding ground, and you are the hope of our lower-level blood clan's 'peace faction'."

Boros and they were stunned.

Then Alpha explained, "He's from our faction, called Gamma."

"The lower blood clans are divided into 'peace faction' and 'war faction' and 'neutral faction', and we belong to the 'peace faction'."

Gamma quietly explained that he was afraid of being heard by the 'war faction' passing by.

"The factions are not unified and official, they mainly exist in the form of small groups, in the same job, maybe the people of the three factions work together, but the positions are somewhat different, and there will be some open and secret fights and small frictions in private."

"Generally speaking, the number of neutrals is greater than the number of wars, and the number of wars is greater than the number of peace, so be careful, not all bloods are as muddy as the neutrals, and there will always be people who want to make trouble."

To avoid exposure, Gamma gave them passes to disguise their identity.

The Bloodline who has a pass is generally a newcomer Bloodline brought by the lower-level Bloodline, and when they find a stable job in the city, the pass will be exchanged for an identity card.

Only the Superior Bloodlines are qualified to create and issue Passes, but there are also some Lower Bloods who are able to obtain a few spare passes through certain unspeakable means.

As for what those means are......

Oh, you know how to understand.

Long before entering the feedlot, Boros and the others already knew something about the Bloodline that had not been explicitly stated-

The hierarchy of the Bloodlines is very strict, and the Lower Bloods do not interact much with the Upper Bloods, but their hierarchy is not as desperate, oppressive, and sad as the Pramilt Race they have encountered before.

How so?

The lower-level bloodline is made by the higher-level bloodline through the transmission of blood and the eggs in it in the body of other creatures, so the lower-level bloodline is not so strong compared to the high-level bloodline, and the natural status is not so high.

They are more like beasts than a true social race, and they are beasts with social order and civilization.

The strong is the king, and the weak is the minister.

It's all about animals!

Invading other worlds is like a group of animals expanding their territory to get better resources.

But when they entered the feedlot and saw the scene inside, they realized that they were still thinking too simply-

Repression!

Despair!

Unable to resist!

This is how they feel.

Although this group of people lived comfortably, they were actually raised as cattle as if they were being raised.

Give them food to eat and water to drink.

Put music on them, and then let them together bleed.

They were not bled much, and were given a loaf of bread and a sweet and delicious cup of hot milk.

- But all this is not really the kindness of the Bloods to humans, they just want to recycle these lowly humans!

None of the members of the group were human, and none of them were particularly kind, but they still felt a chill and an inexplicable sadness.

They have been squeezed all their lives, and they have no chance of coming out at all, as long as they are given a little sweetness, they will honestly accept the exploitation of the blood clan, and they are completely numb!

It seems that everything is beautiful, but all this is just an illusion, and it is only the most cowardly compromise in the hearts of this group of pathetic human beings.

"Smack!"

A slap in the face was given to a man as he tried to get an extra piece of bread.

But the person who drew him was not a Blood, but a human like him, and he only had half a piece of bread in his hand, perhaps he was snatched by someone else, or perhaps the Bloodclan punished him for disobedience.

They got into an argument with each other.

The man who took half a loaf of bread said, "Why should I only take half a loaf of bread?" But you have to reach for two pieces, pay attention to the rules! ”

The unruly man glanced at him: "What do I have to do with you with two pieces of bread?" I've been given twice as much health as you, so why can't I take two pieces of bread? ”

The other blushed and said with anger in his tone: "I also doubled!"

"Then you have the ability to do those two pieces!"

“……”

"What's wrong? Don't speak, you unlucky bastard who doesn't follow the rules and is punished by those guys! ”

"I can only take half a piece, though! But you definitely can't take two!! ”

"Why! By the rules? ”

"Don't talk to me about that broken ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a huge fist slammed into him, and he didn't have time to dodge, he could only watch the fist enlarge in front of his eyes!

"Bump!"

Blood froze and the guy fell to the ground and soon fell unconscious.

The others, including the Bloodclan guards, watched their jokes, all with strange smiles on their lips.

The stout man with the two loaves of bread got his wish, and just as he stepped over the creature lying on the ground and returned to the cage, a hultier blood slave stopped him.

Azathoth: "He's finished."

Cosmic Overlord: "What?"

Universe Overlord: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Azathoth: "Understand for yourself."

Before Boros could figure out what Azathos meant, the guy was restrained by the blood slaves, bound hand and foot, and escorted to a specific location.

Everyone present was exclaiming: "This guy is absolutely finished......"

Crowd Members: ???

What happened?

Why is this guy finished?

Let's all tell me why!

Alpha opened his mouth, but he looked at the people and the Bloods around him, and led them to introduce them like a leader, lest anyone with bad intentions notice that something was wrong.

"Humans here are like cows, responsible for providing food for the bloodline, including those of the superior bloodline."

Alpha slowly introduced: "In this case, 'cows' are actually more valuable than 'consumers', so the safety of human lives is still more important here."

But he suddenly changed his words and said, "But humans are not allowed to hurt each other here, and the first one to do it will be sent to the front - the arena full of blood and cruelty!"

With that, they approached the arena.

It was filled with the smell of blood and all sorts of other indescribable stench, like a dump of rotting dead animals, or a dung pit crawling with maggots.

The smell of ammonia mixed with the putrefactive micro-viscous liquid from rotten fish pierced their nostrils like a thousand fine hairs, and then flowed into their lungs with their breath.

An unbearable, slight tingling sensation invaded their lungs, but the thick smell of blood replaced the unpleasant smell.

The smell of rust was a bit like rust, which temporarily relieved and "relieved" people's respiratory tract and lungs, but then the foul smell gushed out was even stronger!

"Hold your breath, adjust your mentality and look down, remember not to spit it out~It's disgusting inside~"

Alpha's tone was a little playful, but it couldn't hide his disgust at the horrific sights and smells of the arena.

Boros adjusted their minds, resisted the disgusting smell, and struggled to look down at the arena below......